Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Television,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.